Jose thought he detected traces of weariness, insidious and
persistently lurking, in the old man's demeanor. At times his limbs
trembled, and his step seemed heavy. Once Jose had found him, seated
back of his cottage, rubbing the knotted muscles of his legs, and
groaning aloud. But when he became aware of Jose presence, the groans
ceased, and the old man sprang to his feet with a look of such grim
determination written across his face that the priest smothered his
apprehensions and forbore to speak. Rosendo was immolating himself
upon his love for the child. Jose knew it; but he would not, if he
could, prevent the sacrifice.

Each month their contributions were sent to Cartagena; and as
regularly came a message from Wenceslas, admonishing them to greater
efforts. With the money that was sent to the Bishop went also a
smaller packet to the two women who were caring for the unfortunate
Maria's little babe. The sources of Jose's remittances to Cartagena
were never questioned by Wenceslas. But Simiti slowly awakened to the
mysterious monthly trips of Rosendo; and Don Mario's suspicion became
conviction. He bribed men to follow Rosendo secretly. They came back,
footsore and angry. Rosendo had thrown them completely off the scent.
Then Don Mario outfitted and sent his paid emissary after the old man.
He wasted two full months in vain search along the Guamoco trail. But
the fever came upon him, and he refused to continue the hunt. The
Alcalde counted the cost, then loudly cursed himself and Rosendo for
the many good _pesos_ so ruthlessly squandered. Then he began to ply
Jose and Rosendo with skillfully framed questions. He worried the
citizens of the village with his suggestions. Finally he bethought
himself to apprise the Bishop of his suspicions. But second
consideration disclosed that plan as likely to yield him nothing but
loss. He knew Rosendo was getting gold from some source. But, too, he
was driving a good trade with the old man on supplies. He settled back
upon his fat haunches at last, determined to keep his own counsel and
let well-enough alone for the present, while he awaited events.

Rosendo's vivid interest in Carmen's progress was almost pathetic.
When in Simiti he hung over the child in rapt absorption as she worked
out her problems, or recited her lessons to Jose. Often he shook his
head in witness of his utter lack of comprehension. But Carmen
understood, and that sufficed. His admiration for the priest's